Hotel Freestyle

[Part 1: Drake - Pound Cake/Paris Morton Music 2] [Verse] I say, "Nigga, where you at?" I say, "Nigga, where you at?" Say you wanna meet, be on the map Pull up with the strap Standin' with the guys ’cause the nina on my lap Smokin', I've been gettin’ high Shootin' niggas like it's craps Used to shoot craps for some spare change Now I'm ballin' out like I'm at a baseball game Ksubi with the jean, I remember it was Balmains and robins with the wings I'ma shooter with the chopper, nigga, you know I'm a king Chris recording this, I’m freestylin’ on the scene Freddy Krueger with that ruger, catch a nigga in his dreams These niggas think I'm lackin’ just because I'm sippin' lean I ain't lackin’ 'cause my brother got the choppa with the beam He gon' pull up on yo' ass and put yo' ass on a dream I'ma put you on a shirt R. Kelly with yo' bitch 'cause I always wanna flirt Boy yo' girl is like a sprinkler 'cause she always known to squirt All the guys hit, that was on some side shit Treat it like a T-Mobile phone, cause she a Sidekick Never gave a fuck about these hoes, that's what I did Pull up on yo' scene with the pole, guess what I did I'ma put the bullet right between the nigga eyelids I'ma get it poppin' like Proactive in this bitch All these niggas fake, they be actin' and shit I remember they was pourin' fake, actin' and shit They was pourin' fake Act when I had the real Act' And this is real Act', boy, this ain't no hit I remember sellin' fake xans up in the school All the white people like, who the fuck is this dude? Somebody knocked on the door? Alright, bet She finna get the food, I'm still finna murder shit Freestyle off the top, these niggas never even heard of this Ball like Julius Erving, I don't sip no Burbon I'm blowin' up like a nigga wearin' a turban I get cash all day, best believe Tell all the opp niggas to rest in piss Tell all of my guys to rest in peace And tell the police that they ain't never arresting me I already did my time for the crimes I committed Now a nigga rich, I just gotta focus on millions I'm tryna have me a mansion, a family, a couple children I remember when I was just a broke civilian I remember when my bro was sellin' brown shit Had the whole block around the corner lined up I remember opps tried to come into the stashbox Foenem had the Glock and left 'em locked up That's real shit, no lies, bruh 'Cause when I freestyle, shit, I can't make up It's too real, all the shit that I say, bruh My beats beats on Beats like Dr. J does I mean Dr. Dre, my fault, I messed up I mean, come on, a nigga gotta fess up Right now I'm not worried 'bout bein' next-up Yo' girl gon' give me everything from the neck up I just want the mouth, but I still go down like I'm runnin' with the south .40 goin' crazy, you know what I'm 'bout Pull up on the scene, gun start to pounding Fuck my surroundings, not aware of my surroundings I'm high but I'm a dog, so I'm barkin', and I'm houndin' I smoke 'til my eyes bleed, remember when I was hidin' it from my mom, Visine Remember when niggas was—, ooh I gotta catch that bitch again, I was tryna eat, hold on I'ma do one more [Part 2: Lil Wayne - La La] [Verse] I say, sittin' in the Rolls, ballin' like I'm Derek Niggas talkin' stupid, pull up get embarrassed I heard you got a life, so why wouldn't you cherish? You playin' with this fire, you burned, you in some pain Man, I ain't lying, I ain't have no parents Yeah, my mom was there, but my dad was somewhere doin' damage Sippin' on the alcohol, coke up in his nose Rock up in his pipe Then he had me, I was fucked up for life But, I have musical talent These niggas faker than that wrist thing, power the balance They voted for me like Obama, I'm still on the ballet Choppa is a librarian, 'cause it came with the silence Why they wanna group us, 'cause they say that we violent Well, it's true, I can't lie, all my niggas be wildin' And you know they tell me to chill because I'm gettin' this bag But sometimes I miss bein' on the block, making the cash My momma like damn, "Where the fuck was you at? Did what I did to get you out the hood, you still goin' back" I can't help it, my niggas had me down for my life They was there to beat the cops when they was tryna read me my rights They was there to run from 12 with me, all day and night So I could never give up on them, they're my brothers for life And if you lookin' for your bitch, they puttin' dick in your— Type that got so much money, it's a sex appeal I'm Terry Crews without the muscles, I could flex for real She ain't even suck your dick, she gave me the neck for real, man [Interlude] Haha, hahaha, hol' on And this beat, naw, this beat rawer than all the ones I just played though This shit finna fuck y'all head up I used to live my life to this song, y'all finna see I used to live my life to this shit, I swear to god I was fuckin' with Gucci when he wasn't even on shit Like I was young as hell, too, and I was like You—, 'cause we the same age So like, I was probably like second grade, first gra— Probably first, second, third grade when I heard Gucci, I was listening to it ever since then This shit look too rich for me It's so good, the strawberries are so good, just eat it, it's so good Yeah, hold on [Part 3: Gucci Mane - Lemonade] [Verse] Alright, I say, ayy I say, I be off a tesla, bitch, you know I fuck with ecstasy All these bitch wanna sex, they say they need my extra seed They try to lay next to me, texting me, sexting me Talking about how they gon' change my life, huh, how they flex to me These hoes really ain't shit though I'ma shoot a nigga out the window I ain't talking about Steve Urkel But all these niggas Winslow, ayy I put the combination into the G-Code You fuck with me, then you fuck with them, they'll stitch you up like Lilo I don't really got no time for it, I just got Tom Ford I feel like Rondo in the paint, I'ma drop a dime on it I'm like a Rollie in the sun the way I shine on it Tony Hawk the way I get this money, I'm on my grind, homie I've been freestyling ever since I was a little kid Been poppin' pills since a little kid, like I'm Little Bill I get the cash everyday, you know I be stackin' bills So I'm up in Beverley Hills, Actavis comin' in, crackin' the seal I fuck with the Wokhardt, too I feel like the KKK, sometimes I wanna kill a nigga with a noose I pull up on him with the tool I'm Handy Manny with the tool I'm really dandy with the tool So dandy I ain't even make the news, it's mad I seen a nigga get his brains blown out, right in front of my face And ever since that day, I be gettin' high tryna think straight I really never felt the same, that's okay, I'ma make a wave See, all my niggas eating good, don't believe me, look at every nigga plate that's with me Pick another place that's with me If you want smoke, I am fire I'ma just load that semi They say, "Don't shoot, you gon' throw away your career, that's stupid" I say, "I know, but I wanna give some arrows to niggas, no homo, no Cupid" I pull up on the scene, like shoot it Like Waka, O Let's Do It Beat 'em so hard, just shot him in the stomach, start shitting out body fluids Now he got his shit back in the hospital, praying for his mom 'cause she not with him All of my niggas get cash, get in the way then we have to drop niggas Just like the beat or some', ball out like The Heat or some' Catch you in the streets, you want beef or some'? That choppa gon' eat or some', since you want beef All of my nigga's these pockets fat, like Rick Ross, my shit obese All these niggas talking that shit, they didn't even know I was from over east Thinking that it's sweet, none of these— [Outro] Ooh I almost just had that shit on lock I almost just rapped that whole beat